Sirius lands on the battlefield, folding his blue wings to his sides and looking around. It has been quite awhile now since he has faced a new opponent, and he has heard that some new dragons have come in since he's last done so. One of them sounds particularly interesting, a pale green female with a white underside - he would, he thinks to himself, like to meet that one - he figures it would be great fun!

He stands on all fours for a few moments, the sun glinting off his dark blue scales, then settles himself down onto his belly and waits patiently, his silver eyes scanning the skies for signs of movement.

Piper: hehe well I could just let you tie me up but where's the fun in that try and catch me with a lasso if you get me you can tickle me for as long as you want and even make me be your tickle slave and of course if you can't catch me within an hour than it's the other way around

Sirius laughs. "It's a deal!" he tells her, as he sits up on his haunches so he can use his forepaws. He reaches down and picks up a length of rope that just so happens to be lying on the ground next to him. Ropes are pretty much standard dragonic equipment around here.

He loops the end into a lasso, and begins twirling it. "This will take some getting used to," he says, then flings the rope, trying to snare the dragoness with it.

Sirius beats his wings harder to keep up with her, and begins twirling the lasso again, waiting for an opportunity to toss it again. He realizes that it's very hard to use a lasso in flight, because the wind keeps trying to push it back.

He decides to try and rattle her a bit. "I wonder...where I...should tickle...you first....when I...catch you...?" he pants between wingbeats.